We arrive in the icey land

Trip Start May 08, 2009
Trip End Jun 29, 2009

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Monday, May 11, 2009

We are so tired that we feel shocked and stunned - not having slept in almost 24 hours, being newly wed, and with flying across the Atlantic and all, I suppose it's to be expected. Senica and I are sitting in a dark little café called Prikid, waiting for time to pass so that we can check into our apartment in two hours.  I think this café has been open right through since last night when it was a sloshing bar. Votive candles are still burning under the disco ball and the servers seem hung-over (they asked twice what I would like to drink, I answered 'coffee' both times without hesitation but still it has not come).  The first person we met in Iceland said 'People in Iceland don't' really do breakfast... they like to drink at night and sleep in late."  From our window seat looking out into the downtown shopping lane, Bankastraeti, this really does seem to be the case as we have seen very few people this morning.

It's a rainy day in the capital.  We have been looking at the Reykjavik Grapevine (a newspaper in English) and studying a map of the city centre, imagining where we would go if the sun was shining and we had the energy.  It's really amazing how much our wedding yesterday has left us so drained.  Hardly any sleep this past week due to the last minute preparations, combined with the intensity of the day, has really been brain scrambling.  Flying in this morning over brown and misty moors, commuting by bus from the Keflavik airport to Reykjavik through the lava rocks and the rain, it seems the landscape is adding to our tired spacey feeling as well.


Now we've walked around the wind and rain. We went to the sea yard and smelled the fishy air.  We meandered through parliament and saw 'the pond', which is a good sized body of water in the city centre, populated by lots of birds.

Note to future travellers in Reykjavik : the visitor's centre has closed and moved, I just wanted to let everyone know BEFORE they hike up three flights of stairs to discover this like we did.  We retired to another café which was warm and reminded me of a place in New Brunswick because of the wooden tables and interesting knick knacks on the wall shelves (another disco ball hangs in the centre of the cozy venue).  This place had a stack of collected National Geographic magazines from the 80s and 90s, chock full of articles about the eco movement (in it's early stages of solar panels and Earth Day celebrations) - high hopes that have not yet been realized even decards later in 2009.  At another café down the road, the Cultura café, we tried some spicy onion soup with fluffy bread and read the Icelandic equivalent of the Inquirer and celebrity magazines.


All worth it when you can sit in a Jacuzzi at the end of the day and soak in hot water.  Gotta love this geothermal hot water on a cold rainy day like this.  We quickly jumped in after we got the keys to our awesome apartment where we will be staying for the next week. It has heated floors (there's that geothermal again), a complete kitchen, a huge bed with electronic adjusters to elevate your head or legs, a huge TV, and is all decorated in a very sophisticated Icelandic way.  Finally, we can relax!

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